Simple Payday

i wish i was a flower to bloom on a sunny afternoon,

the skies would be grey and the clouds on the verge of doom,

my ideas and thoughts are exactly that, do not challenge what you cannot comprehend, for the ferris wheel keeps turning on the cold february night,

happy valentines to all my young lovers and may god in you we trust,

we all have the same dreams as you, but in the almighty he does not impart on us.

i knew once what love meant, a long time ago, now i am just biligerent on pointing out what i should have shown,

anyway it doesn’t matter, what is a time if it is not to act, like a colon without a tumour to attack,

if this is my will and final testament, i leave it all to the canal cat – dead in the sack,

famous last words from the mouth of an infant, why should it be that i act so beligerent,

twice in one poem and i don’t know why, maybe i’m just at the end of my rope,

the rope is the master and the twine the subservient, how’d you find out by being the deserve-ed

xxxxxx

to you my maker